Lichen, green and umber
unopened letter
Moss upon the battlefield
Strong horses running forward
The night of my being within
Starry haze my last
past the ferns and bark
often freely, tree and forest
Gasp of an evening, park

stillness in my heart
various tools of the trade with
brush resolute
resolve in hand
work straight ahead
and leaning to the side
full frontal was the model
live, for drawing, succumb
to the goddess of Art

Coffee
Park and Avenue
store fronts and
twittering amonst the branches
an image of trees reflected
in glass
behind the windows
eyes like jewels

would never notice
homeless man lies
on park bench
while woman young
jubilant walks by
satisfied. Merely
an image
eyes drunk with candy

7.

Whitest orb of a moon
to reappear that same,
self-same,
evening, above skyline
above it all
darkness
swelling with
heartfelt sorrows
a stillness now
in the streets
compromiso – promesa
el corazón del cielo

8.
another day in the daily
diary grind cada día its due
everyday-wear for a morning
madrugada
finally, it arrive
the brandishing SUN
just over the Statue of Liberty
Ma Liberté
swaddle me with your
metal robe
the only woman
this man
shall ever desire
la femme

10.
Liberty guards The City with
a torch, brandished boldly whilst
vendors, recklessly, moldering
Salpicando -han hecho -within
Pimiento and small change
caliente entre las manos
Good Stuff in Life
while
the man on the bench
emerges
Gold-ness of Sun
warming and fortunate
another Wintering day
Escarcha
Frio
Cement

11.
Skiddy the Pool Guy
newly clothed
left studio behind
frontal nudity required
and back firm again
to return
another day
to be paid in full
resolve still
steadfastly
easy-going
a model at heart
specimen of a man
to be just like you
teach me you can
magnificence, musculature
well batten legs
now carry me
the thresh-hold of
a building
leaves of trees
leaving
soundlessly in the Winter
Wind.

A Jacket blows
far and distant from
the naked moments
above it all

12.
Los Músicos

Stanly gets it
saxophone player
streetwise, street smart Stanly
Jazz Artiste
fronts the windows
carries his reflection
up in lights
music abounds
Avenue, Park, Stanly
and a man on a park bench
bristling sunshine
warms the coffee
in hand for the man
play my heart
Red Robed Monk
Thelonious, gold like the Sun
his Saxohpone
screaming hysteria